Touching Darkness
Chapter 18
"How could you?" Jessica cried. "To Rex's father?"
"It was easy," Melissa spat. "You should have seen what he was doing to Rex."
"Jesus," Dess said. "I know the guy was a bastard, but..."
Melissa shook her head slowly. "I'm not talking about the beatings, Dess. Hell, there are times I want to knock Rex around myself. But he couldn't take the tarantulas..."
"The what?" Dess whispered, but she remembered the terrarium, empty for the whole time she'd known Rex. She'd always thought the tarantulas had only existed in the old man's mind.
"The hairy spiders. Rex's father wanted to make him a man instead of some book-reading pussy. He used to force Rex to stand still while they crawled all over him." Melissa made a soft, strangled sound. "That's the first image I ever got from him, you know? The first time we ever touched, when Rex and I were eight years old. Tarantulas. His mind was rotten with it. That's why I never... That's why it took so long to touch him again."
It was silent in the car for a while. Even the dogs outside had settled down, as if they were listening.
"Rex wouldn't have survived if we hadn't done what we did," Melissa finally said.
"Jesus," Jessica said.
Dess's mind had gone blank. She couldn't bring herself to imagine it, didn't want to try. All that was left in her head was something thrumming again and again, blocking every other thought: Keep her talking. Don't let her touch you.
"And I was young," Melissa said. "I didn't know how to do it back then. I won't hurt you, Dess." Her voice was almost pleading.
"But I don't know anything." Dess turned to Jessica for help.
"Don't, Melissa," Jessica said. "She doesn't want you to. You can't."
"So we just let Rex die? Worse than die?" Melissa shook her head and seized Dess by the arm with her gloved hand. The other reached out toward her throat. "I'm sorry."
"Ada," Dess said, breathing hard, the name gushing up out of her. "Don't touch me."
"Melissa!" Jessica cried, but shrank farther away, pulling herself into her jacket, terrified now of the mindcaster's touch. "We'll go now. Whatever you want. We don't have to wait for Jonathan. Just don't..."
Melissa shook her head. "You know where Rex is."
Something huge rushed up inside Dess and jerked her limbs, made her flail like a puppet. "Ada, Ada..."
And then it happened: Melissa's cold hand grasped her chin, and a wave of emotion cascaded through her. Stomach-crushing panic and anxiety, the overwhelming fear that she would lose him - her Rex, her Loverboy - and be alone again, forever. Eight years of isolation rolled through Dess, alone against the invasion of ten thousand minds... the way Melissa had suffered before finally tracking Rex across the dark terrain of midnight, running the streets barefoot in cowgirl pajamas.
And inside herself Dess felt things crumbling, barriers bending under the weight of Melissa's mind - the run-down house and the empty attic, the old maps that showed Bixby's psychic currents. And finally Madeleine, her lined face forbidden to think of, bringing up the bitter taste of tea as sharp as stomach acid in her mouth... A jolt shook her body.
Here, cling to this, Dess.
Another wave flooded into her mind from Melissa, but this time there were numbers... blessed ranks of steady digits, that ran across like the precise coordinates of Geostationary, as wet as a cold washcloth pressed to her head in a fever. They wrapped themselves around an image of the emergency runway, carried on the name Angie. They began to dance, transformed by the math of minutes and seconds, the ripples and convolutions playing across Dess's hostage mind.
Good, find Loverboy. That's all that matters.
Dess trembled, stripped of her secrets and her will, until finally she raggedly said, "Lovelace," in surrender, and the last of the barriers fell away.
Seconds later the math was done...
Melissa's hand slipped from her face. The mindcaster fell away into the front seat, breathing hard.
Dess heaved, trying not to puke. Her stomach hurt and, much worse, her mind felt trashed, strewn with Melissa's fears and loneliness, all the debris of her rotten life.
"Man," Melissa said quietly from the front seat. "You've been busy."
"I hate you. That was mine, not yours."
Jessica's cool hands touched Dess's cheek. "Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes and looked into Jessica's. Despite how much she still hurt and how disgusting the whole thing had been, her head felt clearer than it had for days. All those barriers Madeleine had built inside her... Melissa had swept them away. Dess knew the secret history again, completely and without encumbrance.
"Mindcasters," she said. "They suck."
"You're telling me?" Melissa murmured softly from in front. "She left us alone all these years..."
"Dess, are you okay?" Jessica repeated.
The cool hands felt good against Dess's fevered skin. "Not great." She took a slow breath. "But I'll live. And I know where they've taken Rex. The exact spot was in Angie's head."
"I thought so," Melissa said softly.
Headlights swept through the car, turning the rearview mirror into a glaring, horizontal eye.
"Crap, it's just after curfew," Melissa muttered.
"Maybe it's Jonathan," Jessica said.
"Maybe," Melissa said. "If it's the cops, Rex is dead."
29
11:07 p.m.
DARK ROADS
The old Ford was stretched across the road like it had spun out. The lights were off and the engine silent. He couldn't see anyone through the windows.
"Christ," Jonathan said. He brought his father's car to a halt and jumped out, certain that he was too late. First there'd been no answer when he'd tapped on Dess's window. Then he'd spotted long skid marks on the gravel road, marking where a car had accelerated wildly away from the front of her house.
And now this. Melissa's car abandoned half a mile down the road.
The darkling groupies had gotten them all.
But when he reached the Ford, Jonathan saw shapes huddled inside. Melissa was splayed across the driver's seat, head listing to one side. Jessica and Dess were crouched halfway down in the back, holding each other.
And no Rex. Was he really gone?
"Hey, Flyboy," Melissa said, cranking her window down. Her face was as white as death. "Good to see you."
The back door opened, and Jessica tumbled out. She threw her arms around him, her face streaked with tears.
"What the hell happened?"
"Just a little navigation issue," Melissa said. Her voice was ragged. "But I think it's sorted out."
The other back door opened, and Dess stood and stared glassily at him across the roof of the Ford. "I know where Rex is. We've got to go." She walked toward his car, shaky on her feet.
All three of them looked terrible.
"Come on," Jessica said, slamming the door behind her and pulling him toward his father's car.
"Shouldn't someone ride with Melissa?" he asked. "She doesn't look so hot."
"Just get in the car and drive," Dess said.
They headed toward Aerospace Oklahoma, Melissa following and Dess in the front seat next to him, her eyes trained on the glowing GPS receiver. Jessica sat in the back, leaning forward to keep touching him, clinging to him as if she'd just been rescued from a burning house.
On the way, Dess told them about Madeleine, the old mindcaster she'd found hidden in Bixby three days before. Jonathan could hardly believe it - there'd been another midnighter in town all this time. The secret hour was almost too much sometimes. Flatland might be two-dimensional, but at least the rules didn't keep changing every ten seconds.
"She didn't leave her house for fifty years?" he asked, horrified at the thought. Having to stay inside for a week when he was sick drove him crazy.
"Forty-nine," Dess said. "She could go outside sometimes, as long as she was in disguise. If anyone recognized her, the Grayfoots might hear she'd shown up again. And then after Melissa was born, she only went out during school hours."
"What's going to happen now?" Jessica said.
"Now that the queen bitch knows?" Dess shook her head, her eyes never leaving the GPS receiver. "I don't want to think about it. As soon as we rescue Rex, we've got to warn Madeleine. Or maybe she'll taste it herself."
"But I thought the darklings couldn't find her because of where her house is," Jessica said.
"Yeah, but I know the exact spot, inside and out." Dess's voice was dry and exhausted. "Like Angie knew where to take Rex, you know?"
Jonathan glanced back at Jessica. "Um, not really."
"Coordinates mean something to me, something solid, like emotions have a taste for mindcasters," Dess said. "The location's in Melissa's mind now. She took it from me. The darklings will get it from her sooner or later."
Jonathan frowned. "Hopefully later."
"Well," Dess said, "if we bash Melissa's brains in before midnight, it won't be a problem."
There was a long silence. Jonathan felt Jessica's arms tighten around his chest, and he focused on the white lines of the road.
"No takers?" Dess sighed. "C'mon, guys. I'm just kidding."
Jonathan swallowed. They hadn't told him exactly what had gone down in the car or why it was spun out half a mile down the road from Dess's house. Just that Melissa had touched Dess, giving her the coordinates where Rex had been taken. And that her touch had opened the whole Madeleine can of worms.
But there had to be more to it than that, Jonathan realized. He still got the shakes when he remembered Melissa touching him. Dess couldn't have been thrilled about sharing minds with her, and Jessica wasn't psyched about having watched either.
For that matter, Rex was going to freak.
If they got to him in time.
Jonathan looked at his watch: 11:33. They weren't even at Aerospace Oklahoma yet. Flying, he could cut straight through town and be there in minutes. But if the darklings were going to do something to Rex, even a short time after midnight might be too late.
"Turn off," Dess said.
Jonathan slowed, squinting out into the darkness. There weren't any streetlights out here. "Um, where?"
"Right here." She pointed into the desert. "We need to go that way."
"Yeah, but a road would be nice."
Dess hissed softly. "According to Jessica's mom's maps, there should be an access road right... there." She groaned. "Or maybe there will be. Maybe it isn't built yet."
Jonathan brought the car to a halt, surveying the lightless desert stretched out before him. "Look, we can drive on salt flats no problem. But that's scrub, loose sand, and cactus. You want to get stuck?"
Dess sat beside him in silent thought. Melissa's headlights pulled up behind, filling the car with light.
"Keep driving," Dess finally said, "but turn off the moment you can."
30
11:46 p.m.
FIRST LAW OF MOTION
"There!" Jessica cried, pointing.
The road came into view, not much more than a pair of tire-wide ruts in the dirt. They'd finally found a way onto the flats. She reached forward to take Jonathan's shoulders as he made the turn, shivering again with relief that he'd shown up when he had. Jonathan might be a pain about Flatland sometimes, but he was also the only one among the midnighters who wasn't crazy - the only one who made her feel safe. The moments trapped in the car with a raving Melissa and a schizoid Dess, speeding away without him, had made Jessica pretty positive about that.
The razor-wire fence of Aerospace Oklahoma was a couple of miles behind them, the brightly lit construction sites visible across the dark badlands. They'd had to drive all the way past it before finding a way into the desert.
"Watch out for security," she said. "They do all this top secret stuff out here."
"Rent-a-cops," Jonathan muttered. "Just what we need."
The car bucked on the uneven road, and Jessica let go of Jonathan and leaned back, bracing herself against the backseat. She glanced over her shoulder at Melissa's headlights, half hoping the old Ford would have plowed to a stop in the loose sand. But the car followed, still close, like a determined bloodhound on their trail.
Jessica looked up at Dess in front, her face softly lit by the glowing readout of her device. She hadn't said much since telling them about Madeleine. Jessica wanted to talk to her, to make sure she was really okay. Of course, she'd had two mindcasters messing with her brain, so maybe okay wasn't the word. But the moment the two of them were alone, Jessica had to say how sorry she felt. She'd been the one to reveal Dess's secret. And then she'd just sat there watching, too afraid to move, while Melissa had done that to Dess...
The car slid violently to one side, its engine roaring as the tires lost traction for a moment on the sand. Loose stones pinged the metal frame underneath her. Jonathan fought with the wheel, and they bolted forward again.
Through it all, Jessica saw, Dess never took her eyes from the GPS receiver. "We're almost at the flats," she said.
"I can see them," Jonathan replied.
A moment later the car leveled out, suddenly riding as smoothly as if they'd found asphalt.
"Welcome to the Bixby Emergency Runway, south end," Dess announced.
Jonathan floored the accelerator, pressing Jessica back into the seat. An expanse of moonlit white glowed before them, the salty remains of an ancient sea, as flat as a parking lot.
Melissa's car screeched up behind them, then pulled up alongside. Through the rear window Jessica could see huge tails of dust rising from the two cars, white and crystalline, sparkling in the moonlight.
"Does that thing have a clock?" Jonathan asked Dess.
"Accurate to within a millisecond," she said.
"Good. Tell me when to brake. I don't want to go through the windshield."
Jessica swallowed. "What?"
"We don't know what happens if you're riding in a car at exactly midnight," he explained. "We might maintain our momentum when the car freezes. Or maybe not."
"For some reason, none of us has ever volunteered to test the theory," Dess said dryly.
"That damn first law of motion again!" Jessica groaned. "How far are we from Rex?"
Dess calculated for a moment. "Eight kilometers - five miles to you kids - and there's three minutes and twenty seconds left. We need to do ninety miles an hour."
There was a pause, then Jonathan said, "It's floored and we're barely making seventy."
"We'll be short by a mile point eleven," Dess said softly. "And this thing won't work in the secret hour."
"We'll be close, though," Jonathan insisted, "and we'll be flying."
Dess looked out the window. "Looks like queen bitch has the scent."
Jessica followed her gaze. Melissa was pulling ahead.
Dess counted down from ten. "Nine... eight..."
Jessica checked her seat belt again, wishing they weren't cutting it so close. They weren't that far from the place, and whatever the darklings planned to do to Rex had to take some time. But Dess and Jonathan were hellbent on getting as close as they could before the witching hour struck.
And she had to admit that seventy miles an hour was eating up the distance even faster than Jonathan could fly.
"Three... two... one... brake!"
She jolted forward and the car swerved, the tires letting out a shriek as they locked up on the salt. Jessica's seat belt bit into her shoulder, and a huge cloud of white rose up around them, blotting out the moon. The car swung like a fairground ride until the cloud filled the front windshield - they'd spun 180 degrees and then some.
Before they'd skidded completely to a halt another jolt struck, as suddenly as if the car's tires had stuck in flypaper. A wash of blue swept across the white expanse, and the seat belt cut across Jessica like a knife, her head slamming against the backseat.
Then everything was still, an absolute silence fallen over the roar of engine and screech of tires.
"Ow!" Jessica cried.
"What?" Jonathan asked, turning around. "I didn't feel anything."
"You're kidding," Jessica moaned. It felt like a bear trap had closed on her shoulder.
"Must be an acrobat thing," he said.
"Almost as bad as mindcasters," Dess mumbled as she unhooked herself, rubbing her shoulders and neck.
They piled out. Jessica coughed, tasting the suspended cloud of salt that swirled up from the car's distorted and frozen tires. She saw an equally motionless cloud ahead, marking where Melissa's car had hit the wall of midnight.
"You can fly us both, right?" Dess said, hoisting the clanking duffel bag over one shoulder.
"It won't be as fast," Jonathan said.
"We need you, Dess," Jessica insisted. She wasn't leaving her behind out here. "Take his left hand."
With Jonathan in the middle, they lined up facing the direction they'd been driving. The first jump went badly Jessica's push-off was too strong, which sent them spinning in orbit around Jonathan. They skated to an ungainly stop across the salt.
"Start small," he said. Jessica remembered when she'd first learned to fly, building up from easy steps to house-clearing leaps.
They pushed off again, a jump of about ten yards, then doubled it the next time into the air. Soon they were eating up the desert below them, headed toward the frozen plume trailing from Melissa's car.
"That's not good," Jonathan said.
Jessica squinted into the darkness. "What isn't?"
"Her dust trail isn't nearly as big as ours," he said. "It's like she didn't..." His voice trailed off as their next leap took them through the stinging cloud of salt, a shower of needles that forced her eyes and mouth shut. When they cleared it, Jessica could finally see the car itself, a black shape on the glowing blue expanse.
"She didn't," Dess said.
"Didn't what?" Jessica asked.
"Brake in time."
A sparkling wedge spread out from the front of the car, a glittering spray of safety glass from the gaping hole in the windshield.
Twenty yards farther on, a dark figure was sprawled on the salt.
"It was easy," Melissa spat. "You should have seen what he was doing to Rex."
"Jesus," Dess said. "I know the guy was a bastard, but..."
Melissa shook her head slowly. "I'm not talking about the beatings, Dess. Hell, there are times I want to knock Rex around myself. But he couldn't take the tarantulas..."
"The what?" Dess whispered, but she remembered the terrarium, empty for the whole time she'd known Rex. She'd always thought the tarantulas had only existed in the old man's mind.
"The hairy spiders. Rex's father wanted to make him a man instead of some book-reading pussy. He used to force Rex to stand still while they crawled all over him." Melissa made a soft, strangled sound. "That's the first image I ever got from him, you know? The first time we ever touched, when Rex and I were eight years old. Tarantulas. His mind was rotten with it. That's why I never... That's why it took so long to touch him again."
It was silent in the car for a while. Even the dogs outside had settled down, as if they were listening.
"Rex wouldn't have survived if we hadn't done what we did," Melissa finally said.
"Jesus," Jessica said.
Dess's mind had gone blank. She couldn't bring herself to imagine it, didn't want to try. All that was left in her head was something thrumming again and again, blocking every other thought: Keep her talking. Don't let her touch you.
"And I was young," Melissa said. "I didn't know how to do it back then. I won't hurt you, Dess." Her voice was almost pleading.
"But I don't know anything." Dess turned to Jessica for help.
"Don't, Melissa," Jessica said. "She doesn't want you to. You can't."
"So we just let Rex die? Worse than die?" Melissa shook her head and seized Dess by the arm with her gloved hand. The other reached out toward her throat. "I'm sorry."
"Ada," Dess said, breathing hard, the name gushing up out of her. "Don't touch me."
"Melissa!" Jessica cried, but shrank farther away, pulling herself into her jacket, terrified now of the mindcaster's touch. "We'll go now. Whatever you want. We don't have to wait for Jonathan. Just don't..."
Melissa shook her head. "You know where Rex is."
Something huge rushed up inside Dess and jerked her limbs, made her flail like a puppet. "Ada, Ada..."
And then it happened: Melissa's cold hand grasped her chin, and a wave of emotion cascaded through her. Stomach-crushing panic and anxiety, the overwhelming fear that she would lose him - her Rex, her Loverboy - and be alone again, forever. Eight years of isolation rolled through Dess, alone against the invasion of ten thousand minds... the way Melissa had suffered before finally tracking Rex across the dark terrain of midnight, running the streets barefoot in cowgirl pajamas.
And inside herself Dess felt things crumbling, barriers bending under the weight of Melissa's mind - the run-down house and the empty attic, the old maps that showed Bixby's psychic currents. And finally Madeleine, her lined face forbidden to think of, bringing up the bitter taste of tea as sharp as stomach acid in her mouth... A jolt shook her body.
Here, cling to this, Dess.
Another wave flooded into her mind from Melissa, but this time there were numbers... blessed ranks of steady digits, that ran across like the precise coordinates of Geostationary, as wet as a cold washcloth pressed to her head in a fever. They wrapped themselves around an image of the emergency runway, carried on the name Angie. They began to dance, transformed by the math of minutes and seconds, the ripples and convolutions playing across Dess's hostage mind.
Good, find Loverboy. That's all that matters.
Dess trembled, stripped of her secrets and her will, until finally she raggedly said, "Lovelace," in surrender, and the last of the barriers fell away.
Seconds later the math was done...
Melissa's hand slipped from her face. The mindcaster fell away into the front seat, breathing hard.
Dess heaved, trying not to puke. Her stomach hurt and, much worse, her mind felt trashed, strewn with Melissa's fears and loneliness, all the debris of her rotten life.
"Man," Melissa said quietly from the front seat. "You've been busy."
"I hate you. That was mine, not yours."
Jessica's cool hands touched Dess's cheek. "Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes and looked into Jessica's. Despite how much she still hurt and how disgusting the whole thing had been, her head felt clearer than it had for days. All those barriers Madeleine had built inside her... Melissa had swept them away. Dess knew the secret history again, completely and without encumbrance.
"Mindcasters," she said. "They suck."
"You're telling me?" Melissa murmured softly from in front. "She left us alone all these years..."
"Dess, are you okay?" Jessica repeated.
The cool hands felt good against Dess's fevered skin. "Not great." She took a slow breath. "But I'll live. And I know where they've taken Rex. The exact spot was in Angie's head."
"I thought so," Melissa said softly.
Headlights swept through the car, turning the rearview mirror into a glaring, horizontal eye.
"Crap, it's just after curfew," Melissa muttered.
"Maybe it's Jonathan," Jessica said.
"Maybe," Melissa said. "If it's the cops, Rex is dead."
29
11:07 p.m.
DARK ROADS
The old Ford was stretched across the road like it had spun out. The lights were off and the engine silent. He couldn't see anyone through the windows.
"Christ," Jonathan said. He brought his father's car to a halt and jumped out, certain that he was too late. First there'd been no answer when he'd tapped on Dess's window. Then he'd spotted long skid marks on the gravel road, marking where a car had accelerated wildly away from the front of her house.
And now this. Melissa's car abandoned half a mile down the road.
The darkling groupies had gotten them all.
But when he reached the Ford, Jonathan saw shapes huddled inside. Melissa was splayed across the driver's seat, head listing to one side. Jessica and Dess were crouched halfway down in the back, holding each other.
And no Rex. Was he really gone?
"Hey, Flyboy," Melissa said, cranking her window down. Her face was as white as death. "Good to see you."
The back door opened, and Jessica tumbled out. She threw her arms around him, her face streaked with tears.
"What the hell happened?"
"Just a little navigation issue," Melissa said. Her voice was ragged. "But I think it's sorted out."
The other back door opened, and Dess stood and stared glassily at him across the roof of the Ford. "I know where Rex is. We've got to go." She walked toward his car, shaky on her feet.
All three of them looked terrible.
"Come on," Jessica said, slamming the door behind her and pulling him toward his father's car.
"Shouldn't someone ride with Melissa?" he asked. "She doesn't look so hot."
"Just get in the car and drive," Dess said.
They headed toward Aerospace Oklahoma, Melissa following and Dess in the front seat next to him, her eyes trained on the glowing GPS receiver. Jessica sat in the back, leaning forward to keep touching him, clinging to him as if she'd just been rescued from a burning house.
On the way, Dess told them about Madeleine, the old mindcaster she'd found hidden in Bixby three days before. Jonathan could hardly believe it - there'd been another midnighter in town all this time. The secret hour was almost too much sometimes. Flatland might be two-dimensional, but at least the rules didn't keep changing every ten seconds.
"She didn't leave her house for fifty years?" he asked, horrified at the thought. Having to stay inside for a week when he was sick drove him crazy.
"Forty-nine," Dess said. "She could go outside sometimes, as long as she was in disguise. If anyone recognized her, the Grayfoots might hear she'd shown up again. And then after Melissa was born, she only went out during school hours."
"What's going to happen now?" Jessica said.
"Now that the queen bitch knows?" Dess shook her head, her eyes never leaving the GPS receiver. "I don't want to think about it. As soon as we rescue Rex, we've got to warn Madeleine. Or maybe she'll taste it herself."
"But I thought the darklings couldn't find her because of where her house is," Jessica said.
"Yeah, but I know the exact spot, inside and out." Dess's voice was dry and exhausted. "Like Angie knew where to take Rex, you know?"
Jonathan glanced back at Jessica. "Um, not really."
"Coordinates mean something to me, something solid, like emotions have a taste for mindcasters," Dess said. "The location's in Melissa's mind now. She took it from me. The darklings will get it from her sooner or later."
Jonathan frowned. "Hopefully later."
"Well," Dess said, "if we bash Melissa's brains in before midnight, it won't be a problem."
There was a long silence. Jonathan felt Jessica's arms tighten around his chest, and he focused on the white lines of the road.
"No takers?" Dess sighed. "C'mon, guys. I'm just kidding."
Jonathan swallowed. They hadn't told him exactly what had gone down in the car or why it was spun out half a mile down the road from Dess's house. Just that Melissa had touched Dess, giving her the coordinates where Rex had been taken. And that her touch had opened the whole Madeleine can of worms.
But there had to be more to it than that, Jonathan realized. He still got the shakes when he remembered Melissa touching him. Dess couldn't have been thrilled about sharing minds with her, and Jessica wasn't psyched about having watched either.
For that matter, Rex was going to freak.
If they got to him in time.
Jonathan looked at his watch: 11:33. They weren't even at Aerospace Oklahoma yet. Flying, he could cut straight through town and be there in minutes. But if the darklings were going to do something to Rex, even a short time after midnight might be too late.
"Turn off," Dess said.
Jonathan slowed, squinting out into the darkness. There weren't any streetlights out here. "Um, where?"
"Right here." She pointed into the desert. "We need to go that way."
"Yeah, but a road would be nice."
Dess hissed softly. "According to Jessica's mom's maps, there should be an access road right... there." She groaned. "Or maybe there will be. Maybe it isn't built yet."
Jonathan brought the car to a halt, surveying the lightless desert stretched out before him. "Look, we can drive on salt flats no problem. But that's scrub, loose sand, and cactus. You want to get stuck?"
Dess sat beside him in silent thought. Melissa's headlights pulled up behind, filling the car with light.
"Keep driving," Dess finally said, "but turn off the moment you can."
30
11:46 p.m.
FIRST LAW OF MOTION
"There!" Jessica cried, pointing.
The road came into view, not much more than a pair of tire-wide ruts in the dirt. They'd finally found a way onto the flats. She reached forward to take Jonathan's shoulders as he made the turn, shivering again with relief that he'd shown up when he had. Jonathan might be a pain about Flatland sometimes, but he was also the only one among the midnighters who wasn't crazy - the only one who made her feel safe. The moments trapped in the car with a raving Melissa and a schizoid Dess, speeding away without him, had made Jessica pretty positive about that.
The razor-wire fence of Aerospace Oklahoma was a couple of miles behind them, the brightly lit construction sites visible across the dark badlands. They'd had to drive all the way past it before finding a way into the desert.
"Watch out for security," she said. "They do all this top secret stuff out here."
"Rent-a-cops," Jonathan muttered. "Just what we need."
The car bucked on the uneven road, and Jessica let go of Jonathan and leaned back, bracing herself against the backseat. She glanced over her shoulder at Melissa's headlights, half hoping the old Ford would have plowed to a stop in the loose sand. But the car followed, still close, like a determined bloodhound on their trail.
Jessica looked up at Dess in front, her face softly lit by the glowing readout of her device. She hadn't said much since telling them about Madeleine. Jessica wanted to talk to her, to make sure she was really okay. Of course, she'd had two mindcasters messing with her brain, so maybe okay wasn't the word. But the moment the two of them were alone, Jessica had to say how sorry she felt. She'd been the one to reveal Dess's secret. And then she'd just sat there watching, too afraid to move, while Melissa had done that to Dess...
The car slid violently to one side, its engine roaring as the tires lost traction for a moment on the sand. Loose stones pinged the metal frame underneath her. Jonathan fought with the wheel, and they bolted forward again.
Through it all, Jessica saw, Dess never took her eyes from the GPS receiver. "We're almost at the flats," she said.
"I can see them," Jonathan replied.
A moment later the car leveled out, suddenly riding as smoothly as if they'd found asphalt.
"Welcome to the Bixby Emergency Runway, south end," Dess announced.
Jonathan floored the accelerator, pressing Jessica back into the seat. An expanse of moonlit white glowed before them, the salty remains of an ancient sea, as flat as a parking lot.
Melissa's car screeched up behind them, then pulled up alongside. Through the rear window Jessica could see huge tails of dust rising from the two cars, white and crystalline, sparkling in the moonlight.
"Does that thing have a clock?" Jonathan asked Dess.
"Accurate to within a millisecond," she said.
"Good. Tell me when to brake. I don't want to go through the windshield."
Jessica swallowed. "What?"
"We don't know what happens if you're riding in a car at exactly midnight," he explained. "We might maintain our momentum when the car freezes. Or maybe not."
"For some reason, none of us has ever volunteered to test the theory," Dess said dryly.
"That damn first law of motion again!" Jessica groaned. "How far are we from Rex?"
Dess calculated for a moment. "Eight kilometers - five miles to you kids - and there's three minutes and twenty seconds left. We need to do ninety miles an hour."
There was a pause, then Jonathan said, "It's floored and we're barely making seventy."
"We'll be short by a mile point eleven," Dess said softly. "And this thing won't work in the secret hour."
"We'll be close, though," Jonathan insisted, "and we'll be flying."
Dess looked out the window. "Looks like queen bitch has the scent."
Jessica followed her gaze. Melissa was pulling ahead.
Dess counted down from ten. "Nine... eight..."
Jessica checked her seat belt again, wishing they weren't cutting it so close. They weren't that far from the place, and whatever the darklings planned to do to Rex had to take some time. But Dess and Jonathan were hellbent on getting as close as they could before the witching hour struck.
And she had to admit that seventy miles an hour was eating up the distance even faster than Jonathan could fly.
"Three... two... one... brake!"
She jolted forward and the car swerved, the tires letting out a shriek as they locked up on the salt. Jessica's seat belt bit into her shoulder, and a huge cloud of white rose up around them, blotting out the moon. The car swung like a fairground ride until the cloud filled the front windshield - they'd spun 180 degrees and then some.
Before they'd skidded completely to a halt another jolt struck, as suddenly as if the car's tires had stuck in flypaper. A wash of blue swept across the white expanse, and the seat belt cut across Jessica like a knife, her head slamming against the backseat.
Then everything was still, an absolute silence fallen over the roar of engine and screech of tires.
"Ow!" Jessica cried.
"What?" Jonathan asked, turning around. "I didn't feel anything."
"You're kidding," Jessica moaned. It felt like a bear trap had closed on her shoulder.
"Must be an acrobat thing," he said.
"Almost as bad as mindcasters," Dess mumbled as she unhooked herself, rubbing her shoulders and neck.
They piled out. Jessica coughed, tasting the suspended cloud of salt that swirled up from the car's distorted and frozen tires. She saw an equally motionless cloud ahead, marking where Melissa's car had hit the wall of midnight.
"You can fly us both, right?" Dess said, hoisting the clanking duffel bag over one shoulder.
"It won't be as fast," Jonathan said.
"We need you, Dess," Jessica insisted. She wasn't leaving her behind out here. "Take his left hand."
With Jonathan in the middle, they lined up facing the direction they'd been driving. The first jump went badly Jessica's push-off was too strong, which sent them spinning in orbit around Jonathan. They skated to an ungainly stop across the salt.
"Start small," he said. Jessica remembered when she'd first learned to fly, building up from easy steps to house-clearing leaps.
They pushed off again, a jump of about ten yards, then doubled it the next time into the air. Soon they were eating up the desert below them, headed toward the frozen plume trailing from Melissa's car.
"That's not good," Jonathan said.
Jessica squinted into the darkness. "What isn't?"
"Her dust trail isn't nearly as big as ours," he said. "It's like she didn't..." His voice trailed off as their next leap took them through the stinging cloud of salt, a shower of needles that forced her eyes and mouth shut. When they cleared it, Jessica could finally see the car itself, a black shape on the glowing blue expanse.
"She didn't," Dess said.
"Didn't what?" Jessica asked.
"Brake in time."
A sparkling wedge spread out from the front of the car, a glittering spray of safety glass from the gaping hole in the windshield.
Twenty yards farther on, a dark figure was sprawled on the salt.
